memory’s so treacherous
”And I am not for you to worry about,” Finn counters, as if to remind the Alchemist that he was the one to make that initial overture, to create the stone to help him rest. ”What is done is done. I can’t change it, but I can at least express regret.” But Remi says it doesn’t matter, and for all of their conversations so far, Finn is still acutely aware of his own shortcomings, his own lack of confidence, the power dynamic between them.
He turns back to look at the earth as it rises up under Remi’s influence, appropriately awed at the ease through which Remi wields such skill. ”I have no magic to speak of - I am Accepted,” he says absently. ”Though if there is a shovel available, I will do what I can to help.” Much as it pales in comparison to what Remi can achieve in the same timeframe.
He turns back to look at the earth as it rises up under Remi’s influence, appropriately awed at the ease through which Remi wields such skill. ”I have no magic to speak of - I am Accepted,” he says absently. ”Though if there is a shovel available, I will do what I can to help.” Much as it pales in comparison to what Remi can achieve in the same timeframe.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
